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He died

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He didn’t wake up one day… When the sunrays came to the window pane, no eyelids blinked back at them.

It was fast and sudden. So sudden, as the impossible always happens. It was a breath taken in the water, in a dream, with silver fish sailing around.

The quietness was not disturbed, the numbness of the crickets’ sounds danced the same way; the starry sky did not turn pale; the air’s density changed for a fraction of second, and the same after that, it remained.

He died, in the dark, with no one aware of the event. No one shed a tear, no one knew; and all because the tears were cried too much in the past.

Silence

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There he is, unkempt and bold.
Bitter tastes dissolve in the memory,
hours inflict themselves to the past.
Nevertheless, he prevails, might last.

There he is, tender and old.
His breaths can now still be heard,
persisting in the corner of the eye.
Senses can no longer be defined sly.

There he is, treasured and cold.
He then coexists with reason and pride,
taking close refuge in wounds and doubt.
If only wonderings could cease to shout.

There he is, will he not go?
Stay for the best, pray, not for the worst,
not in a lovely story for the wind to blow.
There is much in life eventually to know.